youre with me leather

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters

  • “Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”
  • “Can you explain memes to me?”
  • “Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”
  • “Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”
  • “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”
  • “Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”
  • “Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”
  • “How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”
  • “I am a happy little cheese monster.”
  • “I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”
  • “I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”
  • “I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”
  • “It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”
  • “I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”
  • “I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”
  • “I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”
  • “Mothman is bullshit.”
  • “My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”
  • “OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”
  • “See you in class… bitch.”
  • “Sharks are tight.”
  • “So, you ever kill a man?”
  • “Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”
  • “That… that is a good butt.”
  • “The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
  • “This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”
  • “This is where I come to masturbate.”
  • “Wait, I’m a wreck.”
  • “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”
  • “You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”
  • “Your face… is… good.”
  • “Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

request

anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

anonymous asked:

if your still doing requests, could you do a fic where Jughead is a serpent and goes to Southside high and Betty is head cheerleader at riverdale and is dating Chuck? thanks and I love your writing!

Jughead held the rag to his nose, cursing under his breath as his friends all tended to their injuries. They had been jumped, absolutely wrecked by some Riverdale goonies in Blue and Yellow Letterman Jackets. Jughead recognized them instantly when they ran onto the Southside Basketball courts, Chuck Clayton leading the way as he and his idiotic, brain dead jock teammates face off against The younger generation of he Southside Serpents, a notorious gang in the darker parts of Riverdale.

Neither side had won the fight, both groups of boys going home with some serious injuries, however they had stolen his Leather Jacket and he was fairly pissed about that.

“I’ll kill them” a burly boy named Dean stated, spitting tobacco on the ground as he cracked his knuckles, nursing a seriously bruised cheek.

“We have to retaliate, maybe hit up that Diner they’re always going too.“A dirty teenager shouted from the back.

Beside him his closest friend and fellow Serpent ,Keith, rolled his eyes, elbowing Jughead with an exasperated shrug.

Jughead shook his head, wincing as he removed the rag

“We’ll get them back, but for now…we make them wait.. they’ll be waiting for us. Make them shake a bit” he said simply, as the other boys nodded in agreement. The Serpents always listened to Jughead, he was the voice of reason
And with his father being the gang leader he had somewhat of a pull.

There was a soft knock on the door, all of the boys went quiet as it slowly opened, revealing the one thing no one was expecting.

In walked an incredibly beautiful, blonde teenaged girl, her long hair pulled tightly in a ponytail and her shiny green eyes looking nervously around the bar, she had on a floral blue skirt and a clean white sweater, considering the fact that it was definitely over eighty degrees the choice of top confused Jughead, she stepped forward a nervous smile gracing her perfect heart shaped lips. She had a familiar leather jacket clenched in her hands and she seemed taken aback by everyone staring at her

“Umm hello. I’m so sorry to interrupt but I have something to return.”

Even her voice was soft like cotton. She held out the leather jacket to the group

“I found this in my boyfriends car, I know it doesn’t belong to him so I thought I would bring it back on my own.” She looked around, waiting for someone to claim it, her fingers twitching.

Snapping out of his daze Jughead walked towards the gorgeous blonde.

“That’s mine, your boyfriends an asshole” he said simply, standing before her and gently taking the jacket, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he inhaled the fresh vanilla and peach that wafted off of her.

“You have no idea” she smiled sadly, something in her eyes made Jughead want to reach for her, grab her and wrap her up. “I’m so sorry about this, he just.. he gets that way sometimes, Chuck should never have taken your things and he definitely should never have attacked you all.” She looked around, her sad green eyes growing more desperate by the second, he wanted to make her feel better, something he wasn’t used to feeling. Jughead jones didn’t care about anyone but himself and his gang.

“It’s not your fault he’s a dick” he said monotone .

He saw a glint of something in her eyes as she giggled and he felt a tiny bit of pride for being the one to put it there. She coughed a bit and nearly every Serpent ran towards her, shoving beers in her face.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, smiling at the gesture
“That’s very sweet, but I’m okay.” She coughed again and this time Keith pushed his beer a bit too fast, spilling most of it on her sleeves, Jughead shoved his friend away from the blonde and then rest of the Serpents shouted at him, smacking him upside the head

“That’s okay!” She laughed, an honest to god happy laugh “it’s just some beer” she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and Jughead had to bite back the hiss at what he saw. Her arms were covered in purple and blue bruises, fingerprint shaped marks littered her wrists and by the collective growl he knew the other boys had seen it too. He was going to kill Chuck Clayton.

The Serpents didn’t make the best decisions but one thing they didn’t tolerate was abuse to any woman, especially this gorgeous angel.

Her eyes went wide and she began pulling her sleeves down
“Well, once again I want to apologize for my classmates behavior. I’d like to say it won’t happen again, but when you make Chuck Clayton mad.. well there’s really nothing you can do.” She shrugged helplessly as she headed towards the door, waving slightly to the people she passed.

When she was almost at the door Jughead looked up to see each and every Serpent looking at him with threatening eyes.

“Go after her you dumbass” dean whispered loudly.

Rolling his eyes Jughead headed for the door just in time to catch her before she stepped into her black minivan.

“Hey!” He called, causing her to spin around.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, concerned.

“Everything’s fine, you just didn’t tell me your name.” He smirked, pulling his leather jacket on and sticking a cigarette into his mouth.

Betty stared at him, that same glint he had seen a few moments ago back in her eyes. She plucked the cigarette from his mouth, popping it into her pocket and beaming

“My names Betty Cooper, I’ll see you around…?” she trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

“Jughead. Jughead Jones” he answered, still in awe of the angel in front of him.

“Okay. I’ll see you around… Jughead Jones.” With that, she got in her car and drove towards her personal hell. Riverdale, the town with pep.

Meanwhile Jughead was staring at her retreating car, his face stuck in a stupid grin.

Keith and Dean came up behind him, calling for the other Serpents.

“So.. what’s her name?” Dean asked as the low mumble of the Serpents came from behind him.

“It’s Betty.. Betty Cooper. Maybe you were right, maybe we should pay the diner a friendly visit sooner than I thought.” He said, his eyes hardening at the thought of Betty’s “boyfriend”

You want a war Chuck Clayton? You got one. And this time?

He was gonna save fair Juliet.

The male LIs (and a couple non-LIs) of Dragon Age wanted to get together to share their own Valentine’s Day messages with you all. With a little personal touch to start things off by Varric.

As always, all the writing credit for the Valentine’s goes to the ever brilliant and wonderful spicyshimmy!! Go give her a follow and tell her how amazing she is!

And all the voice impressions are done by lightgetsout

We hope you enjoy them and that you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!

Below is the script for each character’s message:

Zevran: The only leather goods I want for Valentine’s Day this year are your goods in leather. Ahahaha… It is lucky you love me, no? 

Dorian: Let me bring your cold, dead heart back to life this Valentine’s Day.

Fenris: “Take another little piece of my heart now, Valentine–” Varric, this time, you have gone too far. I will not say this. You cannot make me.

Blackwall: I may not be you, but I can talk for hours about how great you are, Valentine. Just ask the Grey Wardens.

Anders: This year, Valentine, I won’t drown the world in blood to keep you safe. I got you some chocolates instead. You’re very welcome. 

Solas: Let the Dread Wolf take you this Valentine’s Day.

The Iron Bull: Romantic plans? That’s all well and good, but where are the chocolates? The little ones with the Orlesian guimauves? And the sprinkles. And the fudge… Ahhhhhh, the fudge. Will there be fudge? 

Sebastian: Neither the heir nor the spare, but you’ve caught my heart in your snare. [chuckles] Varric wanted me to rhyme that with ‘underwear’. 

Alistair: Here, take this down, courtly scholars. Official business. Very important. Ahem. 'Roses are red–I got you one already–something something that rhymes with already. Teddy? Steady? Freddy?’ Do we know a Freddy, and is he romantic? Why are you still writing this down? I’m clearly thinking out loud, it’s not dictation when I don’t–

Cole: Roses are red, violets are blue–blue as deep water, waves lick the sundered shore, stones slapped slick to silence, hull docked on rocks. …Varric wins the bet. I didn’t finish the poem.

Cullen: Nice, ah… Nice weather we’re having today, isn’t it? That is– I suppose I should have thought about this before I– Right. Well. Happy Valentine’s Day. If that’s the sort of thing you– Maker’s breath

Tamlen: My love for you is like the Deep Roads–never forgotten, seemingly unending, but lost to the darkness beneath, lethallan

Varric: And I’m still not a love interest. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Mari’s Chat: an Interview with Chat Noir (Pt. 1)

I know, I know, you thought it would never arrive, but here it is: my long-awaited interview with Chat Noir! Paris’ top anti-crime cat sat down with me to answer your questions about villainy, leather, pop culture, and even romance. Remember to subscribe for future installments!

Originally posted by lia-brisa

First of all, thank you so much for agreeing to this interview–

I think you mean interMEW~, princess.

If you think I’m going to make that the title of this piece, you are higher than the Eiffel Tower.

Can’t blame a cat for trying.

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anonymous asked:

Any update on Biker derek with maybe his whole pack???

Hey :)

Hmm. Maybe.

Move A Mountain by  ZainClaw | 69K

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Politics of a Scandal by  qhuinn (tekla) | 17K

The one where Stiles is the hottest new media consultant in the business and Laura Hale desperately needs his services. She’s about to launch a campaign for Governor of California and her brother, Derek, is a media nightmare waiting to happen.

Racing With The Wind by  lowlifetheory | 26.4K

‘Sure thing Scott, I’ll give him a ride,’ Derek practically leered. Stiles faltered, the sudden image of Derek pinning him down, his muscular torso rippling with movement. Derek’s smile spread into a smirk as Stiles got closer.

‘I’m not really comfortable with this particular mode of transport.’ Stiles said clutching the helmet. He wondered what it was made of, how secure it was, would it save his life if he fell off?

well I’m lookin’ for a dream on a mean machine by  HalfFizzbin | 1K

“Derek Hale. Did you plan a sexy teenaged fantasy motorcycle date for our anniversary?”

“I’m regretting it now,” says Derek.

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Stiles is at a bar when suddenly biker Derek Hale walks in.

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“I didn’t drive the car,” Derek answers with a faint smirk. Stiles is about to start ranting when Derek hands him a black helmet that’s dangling from his arm. Frowning Stiles takes the helmet and it’s only then that he notices that they’re standing next to a big black motorcycle.

Creativity

Genre: (Creative) Smut [Inspired by fifty shades darker ;_; ] 

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1500ish

(Song rec: Pray )

Originally posted by remartins97

His lips were inches away from your core, teeth digging into his lower lip as he marveled at the sight in front of him. However, his pleasure didn’t last for long as your legs clamped shut when you felt his slender fingers on the inside of your thigh.

“Baby,” He whined out, hand lightly hitting your inner thigh but you refused to move, “Let me taste you.”

You shot up at his words, hands pushing him down underneath you, denying him his wishes as you rubbed your dripping folds over his erection, covering it in your essence before lining it up with your entrance and sinking down, your tight walls wrapping around it.

“Mhm, I’d rather make you feel good, Yoongi,” You bent down to whisper in his ear before biting your lip teasingly.

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I Promise (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “Prompt angst/post breakup #9 with Jason?? Pls!” from anon

Prompt: 9) “I found this photo of you in an old jacket and it reminds me of what I lost and I came here to find it.”

A/N: There’s probably a lot of mistakes in here but it’s 4:25 AM and I’m tired and cranky and I’m going to be very blunt, lazy to check. 

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @scarletsmaximoff @insideoflit @just-another-fandomite

~

It wasn’t easy for Jason after you left. You were always reaching for the door every time you two had a fight, but he always had a way to make you stay. Always. He was toxic and you loved it.

But the moment you packed your bags and he was tripping out of his apartment, he realized that he went too far, “What the fuck you doing this for?!” He growled, snatching your wrist in his hand and swung you around to face him.

You yanked your wrist out of his grip, “I can’t do this anymore, Jason!”

He scoffed, “Do what? Being a fucking ice princess bitch who only gives a damn about herself?” He said darkly, regretting his choice of words right away when he saw the hurt in your eyes.

You were so fed up with his bullshit. You used your free hand and smacked him across the face, “You think I don’t give a damn about you?” You whispered. In all of your arguments, you always ended up stuttering and crying, but this time, you had the courage to speak your mind with no hint of tears in your eyes.

He placed a palm on his cheek, red from your powerful smack. You looked at him straight in the eyes when he turned his head to face you again, “Do you know how hard it is to watch you almost bleed to death every night? When I have to pray to a God who apparently doesn’t even exist because your life was never in His hands, but in mine?” He bit his lip, knowing exactly what you mean.

Jason didn’t respond, so you continued, “I love you, Jason, I really do. But I can’t be with someone who puts his life on the line every single night. You wanna know why? Because if one night you don’t come back home, I’m never going to be able to live my life anymore. You’re my world, you have my heart, hell I’d sell my soul to you…but enough is enough.”

That was the last thing you said to him before you turned around and left him in the dark hallway. He couldn’t even move, he couldn’t even go after you.

You were right.

~

You were watching Friends on Netflix, laying down on your new couch in your new apartment in Bludhaven. Dick was generous enough to help you find a decent place. You told him that you didn’t need money for anything else but when you first arrived, you knew he had something to do with all the new furniture.

You sighed, eating another slice of cold pizza from yesterday. You missed Jason. The hole in your heart kept reminding you about all the good times you spent together. Not even Friends could be able to make you laugh like he did, when he wasn’t being an asshole. You felt like shit for leaving him like that.

You heard a small knock on the door and glanced at the clock.

11:47 PM and some idiot decided to ruin your night. You paused the show and placed a barely eaten pizza in its box, sighing as you stood up from your comfortable couch.

The bad thing about this apartment is that there aren’t any peep holes. You swung the door open and gasped, “….What are you doing here?”

Jason looked completely different. His hair was disheveled as if he ran his fingers through it in frustration. His eyes were droopy and red, when was the last time he slept? You thought. He even had facial hair. You knew for sure that he hasn’t shaved in a few weeks.

Jason took something out of his pocket, and held it up for you to see, I found this photo of you in an old jacket and it reminds me of what I lost and I came here to find it.”

He took your hand with shaking fingers and placed the photo in your palm. You took a better look and let out a shaking breath, “It’s..”

“The photo I took of you on our first date.” He finished.

In the photo, you were smiling at a plate full of food. You remembered this day clearly, you didn’t know he was taking an off guard photo of you. You even remembered how surprised you were when you liked the photo so much.

Jason rubbed a thumb on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn’t even feel, “I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered.

You placed a hand over his and closed your eyes in pain, shaking your head, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you like that.”

Jason pulled you into his arms, letting you cry into his chest, “Babe, don’t cry. I’m a dick, I know. You’re not the one who should be sorry.” He said, voice low as he rubbed your back.

You gripped his leather jacket in both hands, “Just promise me one thing.” You said into his chest, voice slightly muffled.

He kissed the top of your head, “Anything, babe.”

“Promise me you’ll always come back every night.”

Jason grasped your chin, lifting it up so you can meet his gaze full of pain and gave you a long passionate kiss. God, you missed his touch so much. 

He pulled back and leaned his forehead against yours, “I promise.”

Snake Skin part 4

“It’s not what you think!” Betty ripped her arm free of Jugheads grasp, creating a healthy amount of distance between herself and the boy currently drilling holes into the side of her face.

“He’s just here to help me with a .. situation regarding Noah.” Betty mumbled, cheeks bright pink as she crossed her arms defensively.

A slow smirk spread on Archie’s face
“Oh sure a situ…”

Veronica cut her dense husband off with a swift elbow to the ribs, she could read the tension in her best friends shoulders and the sadness in her eyes. Veronica’s own deep chocolate eyes turned angrily towards Jughead, the way he had hurt Betty was unforgivable, he hadn’t had to pick up the pieces of the broken girl next door, venom seeping through her words

“Well, I’m sure we have things to discuss. But right now Betty why don’t you show me to the kitchen.” She shoved past Jughead deliberately, gripping Betty’s hand and pulling her into the kitchen immediately wrapping her up in her arms as the blonde sobbed quietly.

“It’s okay B. It’s okay.”

Betty held Veronica tighter
“I thought I could handle it. I thought it would be okay. Ya know? I’ve grown up, I’m stronger than this. But now he’s here and.. and he’s staying here to … to protect me.. just like with Jason Blossom and I’m an adult, I’m happy, I’ve moved on.” She sniffled, pulling away and wiping her eyes.

Veronica nodded, placing a soothing hand to her best friends shoulder.

“But are you? Happy I mean. Every time I see you, you’re thinner and you’re tired, you haven’t gone on a date in two years.”

Betty looked away
“I’m fine, and I date, just last month I went out with that anesthesiologist .” She defended

Veronica smiled lightly
“You had to deliver a herd of calves on Long Island, I wouldn’t consider him helping you a date.”

Betty’s shoulders deflated
“He bought me a coffee.” She sighed, weakly.

The raven haired beauty held her best friends hands in hers

“B, it’s time you face this head on. Maybe it’s time for some closure.”

Betty looked towards the living room, Archie had Jughead in a headlock as he struggled playfully.

“Yeah.” She whispered, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips “closure.”

Meanwhile Archie was teasingly wrestling Jughead trying to get the mopey pout off of his face, Jughead smacked his shoulder in a tap out . Pulling away and adjusting the leather on his back.

“Your wife hates me.” He stated, matter of fact.

Archie dropped down on the couch
“Yeah she does. Can you blame her? I mean you weren’t here for the aftermath, even I hated you for a while.” Archie shrugged, his eyes turning to Jughead curiously “she was a mess man, that’s Veronica’s best friend, hell thats my best friend. It wasn’t an easy thing to see.”

Jughead sat beside him, his face scrunched In pain

“I never wanted any of that to happen, I had to let her go, I was… I was getting mixed up in some bad stuff.” He gestured to the serpent emblem on his back “I couldn’t have her be a part of it. But look at her now, she’s successful and beautiful and happy.” He looked desperately to Archie for assurance.

Archie smiled a sad, knowing smile
“She’s not happy, hasn’t been happy since the day you left. Gotta look in her eyes dude.”

Almost on cue, Betty and Veronica walked in to the living room, he knew she had been crying, could see the tracks on her face.

“I think I’ll wake Noah up.” She cleared her throat and left the room.

Veronica turned to Jughead

“ you broke her. You killed her when you broke her heart. You better not expect to just walk back into her life, I will not let you hurt her again.”

Jughead shook his head

“I won’t hurt her, I can’t hurt her again. I know that I lost my chance, I get that. But I love her, always have always will. I’m not hurting her, not again.”
His voice was strong but his heart was pounding in his chest.

“Everyone, this is Noah.” Betty’s whole demeanor had changed, a bright smile on her face as she held out the little boy.

Veronica cooed and reached her hands out for the baby.

“Oh look at you! You are so cute! Archie! We need to get one.” Veronica turned accusingly towards her horrified husband

“Uhh, we can uhh, we’ll talk about it.” He smacked Jughead who was smirking.

Noah looked around and his gaze fell on Jughead, his arms reached out and he made some sort of noise .

Betty looked down confused as she walked towards Jughead and handed Noah to him.
The little boy instantly cuddled into the leather jacket wearing man. “Hmmm” he hummed.

Jughead looked shocked but quickly reciprocated, squeezing Noah tighter against his body.

Betty smiled softly
“He likes you.”

Veronica scoffed
“He probably smells like food or something.”

Archie grinned
“Daddy Jughead”

Jughead looked around at his friends and cleared his throat, still clutching the baby
“I think someone mentioned dinner at Pops?”

That Would Be Enough (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Hamilton song fics for your soul. The song is That Would Be Enough. Listen as you read!
Warnings: None

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @neverlandprincessjaz


You stared up into your husband’s eyes, searching for some semblance of a response to what you had just told him. You were carrying a child. His child.

 There was a pause before he spoke.

“How long have you known?” Jason asked, running a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.

“A month or so,” you replied softly, still trying to be gentle.

“(Y/N), you should have told me,” he scolded in mild disapproval. It was clear he was still in shock.

“I told Bruce a month ago,” you admitted, momentarily casting your gaze to the side, bracing yourself for his reaction.

"No,” Jason breathed in disbelief, his mouth parting slightly in complete surprise.

“I begged him to send you home,” you continued, your voice cracking. You moved one of your hands, using it to brush your thumb gently across his jawline, then cupping one side of his face. You stared up at him with pain in your eyes.

“You should have told me,” he repeated, placing his hand over yours and taking your other hand with his free one.

“I’m not sorry,” you responded, firmly yet gently. “I knew you’d try to fight until the fight against The Owls was done-”

“It’s not done-”

“But you deserve a chance to meet your child, Jason. We’re so lucky to have this child,” you said, still looking Jason in the eye.

He looked painfully conflicted, and you knew that he feared he wouldn’t be enough. You knew how he feared he would never add up to the legacy that preceeded him. “Will you enjoy being a vigilante’s wife? Unable to guarantee your safety?” Jason asked, breaking eye contact to look down to the floor, in what seemed like shame.

“I enjoy being your wife,” you assured him, both your hands still with his. “We’re so lucky. Look at how far you’ve come since you started. It’s a miracle that you’re even alive, Jason. If you stayed alive, just stayed alive, that would be enough. If this child is anything like you, if it shares even a fraction of your smile, or the littlest bit of your mind, it would be enough.”

Jason smiled slightly, but it was weak, and the fear and hesitation was still clear in his features. You could see the tears pricking at his eyes, and it pained you to know the doubt he held for himself.

“I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing with the work you do, but I’m not afraid. I know who I married. As long as you come home at the end of the day, I’m happy,” your voice broke at the end, and you could feel the lump growing in your throat.

“We have nothing, (Y/N),” Jason argued, still not letting his hands leave yours. “How could we bring a kid into this?”

 “We don’t need Bruce’s legacy. We don’t need money. If you would let me help you, if you would just let me in. Let me a part of your life, and the stories we’re going to tell this child. Let this moment be the first moment where you decide to stay.”

There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, the sadness and fear was thick in the air.

“(Y/N), I-”

“Please. Let me be enough. Let us be enough.” You looked up at Jason pleadingly, tears freely streaming down your face. “Please.” 

Jason wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. “We’re gonna have a kid, aren’t we?” he asked, semi-rhetorically, his voice breaking slightly, although you could hear some semblance of happiness.

 “Yeah,” you replied shakily. “Yeah, we are.”

 Jason’s hold around your waist tightened for a brief second, his hair brushing softly against your cheek as he buried his head in your shoulder.

 You could feel tears soaking into your shirt, but you didn’t mind. You returned the embrace, digging your fingers into the tan leather of his jacket. “Stay. Promise me you’ll stay. I-I can’t do this without you. Promise me. Please.” 

The moment’s pause felt like an eternity, and his hesitation was like an icy dagger in your heart as you awaited his response.

 “I- I promise,” he returned, embracing you tighter still. “We’re gonna have a kid,” he marvelled with a bittersweet chuckle, tears still freely trailing down the sides of his face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”